The last Grown-Up Job I had, there was a Chinese restaurant in my rotation of lunch places that did a delicious Egg Foo Young. I'd never had it before, tried it, and loved it. A few years after moving to Kentucky, I started craving egg foo young. There's a takeout Chinese place next to my current liquor store--which is a block from my grocery store--so I got my booze, ordered a plate, and did my grocery shopping.
It was not good. But even bad egg foo young is egg foo young. There is also a takeout Chinese place next to my bank. So I ordered a plate and went to talk to my banker. It was not bad. I wouldn't go so far as to say it was good, but it was better than the other place. But dang, it did a number on my guts.
First off, Chinese places always give you enough food for 2. But rather than risk trying to portion and reheat and such, I just ate the whole bugger. I was full for 2 days after. And I crapped every few hours. And for 2 days, my craps smelled like egg foo young.